Rebirth one way to the north

The sound of the engine from far to near, combined with the sound of the waves in this silent night, has a wonderful and exciting meaning, as if what the bow broke through is not the sea, but the door to a strange world.

What's in that door?

bid farewell.forget.Repeatedly.dark.nothingness.From birth to death.

Binzi ran over to help the crew use the tools on the boat to build a temporary pontoon dock for disembarking and disembarking. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.The two sides kept moving, and the voice of the conversation was kept very low. When it floated into Mo Bei's ears, he couldn't hear it intermittently.

Someone on the boat jumped onto the beach, followed Binzi towards Luo Yi, and greeted Liu Zhengyang and Luo Yi respectfully. Mo Bei heard his voice very familiar——

Yue, who had been hiding under the clouds for a long time, finally showed his face. The moonlight allowed both parties to see each other's face clearly. The man seemed to be taken aback, and blurted out his name: "Mo, Mo Bei?"

Mo Bei greeted calmly: "Qiao Yun, long time no see."

Qiao Yun stood there and looked at Mo Bei hesitantly.The long life without the sun has left a deep imprint on him. He looks stronger now, but his eyes are vigilant, like a rattlesnake ready to bite at any time.But the moment he saw Mo Bei, Qiao Yun seemed a little childishly embarrassed.

Just like at the class reunion, when I met the classmate I had been secretly competing with for many years ago, I still felt that they were on par with each other, and maybe I was slightly better, but now I found that I was mediocre and full of fireworks. But that person was still full of vigor and youth, and suddenly felt inferior and powerless, so subtle that it was hard to describe.

Liu Zhengyang asked impatiently: "Can I go? This wind is evil, and I'm about to catch a cold."

Luo Yi pulled Mo Bei to stand up, Qiao Yun hurriedly said: "We have to wait, the engine has a problem and is being repaired." After a pause, he explained: "When I came here, I ran into the coast guard, but luckily it was quite far away. I found out that our boat was too fast to catch up. But the engine just..."

Luo Yi asked, "How long will it take?"

Qiao Yun said: "It's not a big problem, it will take about half an hour. Ah Snake and Xiao Mu are both veterans, and they are in a hurry to fix it."

Luo Yi said: "Then get on the boat and wait. After repairing it, we will go immediately."

Get on the boat, there are no roots under your fluttering feet, and you will vomit.Spit out heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, platelets and white blood cells.

After spitting out all 206 bones, an empty skin remains, floating on the mast with the sea breeze.

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Mo Bei complained under his breath, and he didn't even know he had said it out loud.Luo Yi grabbed Mo Bei's arm with one hand, turning a deaf ear to Mo Bei's muttering.Liu Zhengyang had already rushed to the front, and Liang Fuxiao walked at the rear with his head down.

"Professor Luo," Qiao Yun asked suddenly, "Where's Brother Grasshopper?"

Liu Zhengyang, who was boarding the boat, turned around and gave a strange smile: "He's dead. He was killed by Mo Bei."

Qiao Yun was taken aback, and stepped back from Mo Bei's side like a crab, "Really, really?"

"Can't you see it?" Liu Zhengyang hummed and touched the gauze around his neck, "I didn't see it either, the little bastard's hands are really dark." As he spoke, he boarded the boat with the help of a crew member and went straight to the cabin and go.

Mo Bei smiled at Qiao Yun: "After you dropped out of school, you followed grasshoppers to smuggle? Have you ever seen them put people in gasoline barrels, fill them with cement and throw them into the sea?"

Qiao Yun pretended not to hear.

Mo Bei stood on the deck and looked at the small village in the distance. The few lights had been extinguished, and the houses under the moonlight looked like monsters waiting for their food to fall into the net.The people in the house, as well as the dream, were chewed up and swallowed.

A house without Xia Duo is a cold building.Home is where he is.

Mo Bei is homesick.

Even on the boat, Luo Yi never let go of Mo Bei for a moment, so Mo Bei had to follow him to look at the whole boat, and Qiao Yun held a flashlight to illuminate it. From time to time, he tripped over the sundries under his feet and stumbled.What bothered him the most was that there was still a strong fishy smell on the boat—the smuggling boat was disguised as a fishing boat, it was wet, and there seemed to be fish scales and seaweed everywhere.

Apart from Qiao Yun, there were only two crew members on board, A Snake and Xiao Mu, who were repairing the engine. They both had a fierce look on their bodies. They seemed to be unfamiliar with people like Luo Yi. They didn't even have a smile on their faces, and their eyes were wary.

Liu Zhengyang was anxious, pointing fingers at A Snake and Xiao Mu, but was pushed back with a few words.He is different now, his arrogance has long since lost his confidence, and he dared not say a word when he was contradicted. He left the cabin and only cursed a few words in a low voice when he walked to a place where the two of them could not hear.

Back on the bridge, Liang Fuxiao was staring at the radio station, and when he saw a few people coming in, he said, "There is a radio call."

Qiao Yun walked over nervously, just in time to hear a man's voice on the radio: "cqcqcq, deba7acba7acba7ack."

Mo Bei's slack spirit finally gathered, his eyes swept over several people one by one——

Luo Yi's expression was a little blank, the omniscient Professor Luo obviously couldn't understand the terminology of these radio calls.Liu Zhengyang seemed very curious. After boarding the ship, he felt safe and began to show symptoms of agitation.But Liang Fuxiao turned his back to everyone, and Mo Bei could only see his vague expression from the reflection on the window, which seemed a little strange.

Qiao Yun explained: "It's a ham... Oh, a ham is an amateur radio operator. Many people like to play this way. When you are bored at sea, you can often receive calls from Ham to pass the time." He walked over while talking , say: "ba7ac, deba7xdr.qrl.urqth, over."

Soon there was a clear reply from the other side, with a somewhat urgent tone: "hw"

Qiao Yun glanced at Mo Bei subconsciously, and said, "gd.over."

"ba7xd, qrv.over."

"ba7ac, ba7xdr. over."

"ba7xdtu.73.sk."

The conversation is over.

Liu Zhengyang asked with great interest: "What are you talking about? What ba, ba?"

Qiao Yun pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's all communication terms, it's quite boring. It's nothing, I just chatted with him about the weather and the like, and I said I'm very busy now, so I won't talk. By the way, you guys are you hungry?"

Luo Yi stared at Qiao Yun thoughtfully, Liang Fuxiao suddenly interjected, "I'm really hungry, do you have anything to eat? Is there any hot water?"

Qiao Yun hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I'll get it. Is bread okay? Floss with pork. There are also instant noodles and ham sausage."

Liang Fuxiao said: "Bread is fine. Pour a cup of hot water for Mo Bei, he is not feeling well."

Liu Zhengyang asked: "Is the ham sausage pure meat or starchy?"

Qiao Yun said, "Golden gong."

Liu Zhengyang curled his lips dissatisfied: "Let's make up."

Qiao Yun walked out of the bridge in a hurry, Luo Yi stared at his back, as if suspicious of something.

Mo Bei looked at Liang Fuxiao and said, "I really don't know how to judge you."

Liang Fuxiao smiled wryly, but said nothing.

Luo Yi asked absent-mindedly: "How do you evaluate what?"

Mo Bei moved his grasped arm and said, "Can you let me sit down? My feet feel weak."

Luo Yi let go of his hand and asked Mo Bei to sit down on the chair.

Liu Zhengyang was very curious about the equipment in the bridge, and Luo Yi had to warn him: "Don't move around."

Mo Bei said: "Men always have a natural love for machinery. When they were young, they liked to play with cars and Transformers. When they grow up, they might even like to disassemble and assemble the TV by themselves."

Liu Zhengyang said, "Yes, yes, yes."

Mo Bei said: "However, if the toys given to a boy when he was young were dolls, do you think he will still like machines when he grows up?"

Liu Zhengyang said: "Oh, this question is worth thinking about. Brother, did you become a doctor because you played with stethoscopes when you were young?"

Luo Yi said, "Then Officer Liang played with guns when he was a child?"

Liang Fuxiao said, "Yes."

Several people laughed, like old friends.

Luo Yi said: "Little Qiao, it takes so long to get something to eat, I'll go and have a look."

Liang Fuxiao said, "It's probably boiling water."

Mo Bei casually said to Liu Zhengyang: "I'm asking you something, let's see if you can guess it. You said that if a child played with hanging ropes when he was young, what would he like when he grows up?"

Luo Yi was walking out and stopped.

Liu Zhengyang sneered: "Make it up, you can make it up. Whose adults use hanging ropes as toys for children? Corpse collectors? Tomb robbers? Ghost catchers? This is a successor to the father." Brainstormed.

Mo Bei smiled: "Maybe the son inherits the mother's career."

Luo Yi's expression was very strange, as if anger and fear were intertwined, and there was also a faint expectation that he would be relieved. The whole face seemed to be covered with a layer of hard plastic, which was terribly stiff.He was breathing quickly, he laughed twice and then suddenly closed his mouth again, he found that he was not so much laughing as he let out a howl.

After taking a few deep breaths, Luo Yi managed to suppress the hostility that rushed to his throat, and said with a sneer, "The great writer is going to tell a story again?"

Mo Bei smiled and said, "Do you want to hear it?"

Luo Yi sneered: "I really want to hear what you can tell."

Mo Bei said: "A seven or eight-year-old boy admires his father who is a doctor the most. He thinks that his father can cure diseases and save people, which is very great. Of course, this is also related to his father's education since he was a child. His father always loved him. Telling the past of his grandfather’s practice of medicine, some stories can be called legends. Unfortunately, when he was five years old, his grandfather was forced to hang himself by those brave young generals.”

Luo Yi thought that he should go over and punch Mo Bei a few times, aiming at his fluttering lips, knocking out his teeth, and see if he can still talk about these things with a relaxed face.He also thought that he should drive Liu Zhengyang and Liang Fuxiao out, that idiot Liu Zhengyang really thought he was listening to a story, but Liang Fuxiao had already figured it out, he should really pinch his eyeballs, his eyes are disgusting.But he just thought about it, his soul seemed to be split into two halves, one half was gnashing his teeth, and the other half was laughing at this scene wantonly.

It's so strange, how could Mo Bei know this?Who told him?That's right, didn't you already find out that someone around you was secretly watching?Aren't those people sent by Mo Bei?Is that what those people investigated?hateful!Knowing they would dig this deep should never have allowed them to get away alive.

No, Luo Yi, calm down, think about it carefully, although no one has mentioned these old things for many years, it is not that no one knows, in fact, there are quite a few people who know, such as their colleagues, neighbors, relatives and friends back then... Oh shit!Liu Zhengyang is a stupid pig, he must have heard about it from his mother, but now he still has a strange face, what is he pretending to be in his mind!Take a deep breath, now is not the time to argue with Liu Zhengyang.Take a deep breath, and don't panic just because he said a few words about the past that everyone may know.

take a deep breath.Listen to what he wants to say.What the hell does he know.

"The boy was too young to understand what death meant. But when he was eight, tragedy struck again, this time when his father hanged himself in the men's room of the hospital where he worked. This time the boy has understood the meaning of death and what losing his father means to his life. Because both parents work in the same hospital, the boy was almost raised in the hospital, where everyone knew him. During that time, he would often hear people talking about his father's suicide, and many people would lament his pity in front of his face, and some people would deliberately ask him if he knew why his father committed suicide, and asked him if he had seen it with his own eyes. When I saw my father's body, I asked him if his father had said anything to him before committing suicide..."

Liang Fuxiao frowned and said in a low voice, "This is too much."

Mo Bei was indifferent to Liang Fuxiao's evaluation, and calmly narrated: "It seems that in the eyes of those people, children can't tell whether the adults are pitying him or watching the fun, and they can't remember these seemingly innocuous malice. So what if you remember? A child is powerless in the face of the adult world. In fact, they ignore one point, the child will grow up one day, and when he grows up to be able to take revenge, these adults have already Forgetting what kind of role he played in his childhood, so to speak, it is the adults who are really good at forgetting."

Luo Yi smiled silently. He felt that the stiff plastic shell on his face disappeared, like a layer of glutinous rice paper melted in water, and the debris could be rubbed off when he rubbed his skin.Rub it hard, and you can probably powder your entire face.

When he was very young, he stood in front of his grandfather and recited "Poems of a Thousand Families" and table of chemical elements. His grandfather said to his father, "Xiaoyi is so smart. It seems that our family is going to produce another good doctor." I still remember the sweet fruit candy that my grandfather fed him. The lychee red glass candy paper was spread out and pasted on the window. When I looked out, whether it was the sky or the asphalt road, it was such a warm color.

He had seen the remains of his grandfather. The always tidy old man was dressed in rags, and his ill-fitting trousers were tied with a cloth belt. The cloth belt itself was bright red, but it was too old and dirty to be close to lychee red.That blush somehow caught his eyeballs, so much so that the memory of his grandfather after his death was blurred, all in black and white, only the blush softly and non-aggressively lit up his retina.

Father, when father died, he was in the men's room, a dirty and smelly place.Even the men's toilet in the hospital can't change this, even the smell of disinfectant water is stinky.But father is obviously such a clean person.

Mo Bei's voice interrupted Luo Yi's memory.